Some babies arrive already marked by love

 Some babies arrive already marked by love.

A soft stain of color.
A whisper on the skin.
As if heaven leaned in close and forgot to pull away in time.

They call them birthmarks.
But some of us know better.

They feel like kisses.
Pressed there by hands that loved this child before we ever could.
Hands we miss.
Hands we still speak to in quiet moments.

A grandmother’s blessing.
A brother’s promise.
A soul saying, I’m still here. I see you. I know them too.

It’s a reminder that love doesn’t end at goodbye.
That some souls walk our babies to the edge of this world and leave a sign before turning back.

So when you trace it with your fingers, know this.
Your baby is not alone.
They were loved into this life.
And heaven couldn’t resist leaving a kiss.